I had just finished moving my stuff into my new university dorm room and said goodbye to my parents. After they left I spent about an hour in my dorm room. I was lucky enough to have scored a single. I played on the internet, I read a chapter in a book, I wrote in my journal. I looked at my timetable of classes that would start in a few days and thought about seeking out the library. But then I looked out the widow at the various whirlwinds of activity happening around campus and decided to make better use of my first day in Thunder Bay.
I grabbed the paper itinerary that my residence coordinator shoved into my hand when we got here and decided to participate in whatever looked cool and started soon. There was a campus-wide Amazing Race type of activity that looked fun, promised to get me familiar with the grounds, and seemed like a good way to meet new people. I checked myself in the mirror on the back of my door before heading out. I looked good.
By then I was about five-foot-nine with a slim but healthy build. In high school I discovered I was pretty good at swimming and my parents encouraged it as much as they could. Being in the water so much also turned out to help my skin clear up. When I was thirteen I developed a positively volcanic case of acne, but it only lasted for a year or two. By the time I left high school there wasn't a trace of it left. I'd grown a thin, neat goatee that past year, which I really liked. I thought it added a bit of an edge to my look and highlighted my cheekbones. But my hair was one of my best features. Thick, loose, wavy black locks that covered my ears and came down to just the top of my neck. Add in a pair of big, warm, brown eyes and a heart-shaped face. I was actually kind of a looker --think Timothee Chalamet from Dune, but shorter, scrappier, and less anorexic. Two years ago I even had a pretty cute girlfriend for a while, Caitlyn, but we broke up after five or six months. I wasn't sure how I felt about girls back then, or guys for that matter.
I was wearing a pair of stretchy jeans and a pokémon t-shirt. The jeans were okay. They hugged my butt like I was poured into them, but I could still run and move freely. I flinched at the shirt, though, and decided to change it. When my torso came into view in the mirror in indulged in a little ab flexing. I had a toned physique overall, but I really put some effort into my abs. I could do a vacuum pose that practically made my already waspish waist disappear completely. I could even roll my abs just like Channing Tatum did in Magic Mike. But I was way more shredded. Truthfully, I had an Adonis belt that the bigger, bulkier guys at my school had envied with v-lines that plunged down into my pelvis.
On my left shoulder I saw my tattoo and took a second to check it out. I'd only had it for a year or so. My parents were pissed when they saw it, but they got over it. And I really wanted it. You see, one day after Jimmy and I lost touch I realized that I'd never chosen an animal for him. I'd never forgotten that cold night in the tent when he figured out my spirit animal for me, the owl. But I fell asleep that night without choosing one for him and we both kind of forgot about it. The day that I remembered it hit me like an icy bucket of water and Jimmy's spirit animal came to me immediately, the bear. He was big and protective, but he could also be soft and cuddly. He moved faster than people assumed, and he was strong as hell. And he was super nice right up until the point you pissed him off, then look out! The bear was perfect for Jimmy. I was fourteen years old when I had this revelation and spent the next year and a half drawing different images of bears in a sketchbook until I felt like I had the image that I wanted, a bear paw drawn in a west coast Indigenous style.
Anyways, I had worked up quite the sweat moving all my stuff in, but I decided to just slap on some more deodorant in lieu of getting a shower. I was just gonna get all sweaty again. Then I slathered some sun screen on and found a loose-fitting neon-blue tank top that would be comfortable and result in just the occasional nip slip. Perfect. And I decided to leave my reading glasses behind.
I checked my pockets: phone, wallet, keys, and that paper itinerary. I was ready to go.
About ten minutes later I found the group of people gathering for the race, but I really only saw one of them.
"Jimmy!?" I exclaimed in disbelief. "Is that you?"
I hadn't seen him in six years, but recognized him immediately as I approached the group of people gathering to start the race. In six years he had changed even more than I had, but his smile hadn't, still bright and perfect with that one slightly crooked tooth at the front. His face lit up like a birthday cake the moment he turned and saw me.
As a kid Jimmy was cute, tall and athletic. Now, at eighteen years old, he was the most stunning male specimen I could possibly imagine! He still had that sun bleached golden hair, now shorter and spiked up, and he looked as tanned as the day I met him in Grade One. Wearing a pair of green cargo shorts and a black AC/DC t-shirt, he stood at least six inches taller than me and looked to be about twice as wide. His shoulders looked like a couple of round, overgrown melons and the rest of his arms were developed to match. The sleeves on his t-shirt kept riding up over his biceps, like he was constantly on the verge of flexing the sleeves to shreds. His forearms were covered in thick veins and packed with cords of muscle. That t-shirt hung off his shelf-like chest in a way that proved his lower torso mustn't have had an ounce of flab on it, the hem floating enticingly just above the waist of his shorts. The slightest overhead stretch revealed a rock hard set of lower abdominal muscles. The ass of those shorts looked packed to bursting with two magnificently developed buttocks and his calves were broad and strong, covered in golden blond fuzz, as they tapered into his running shoes. The front of his shorts bulged out and rounded over what could only have been the packed crotch of a pair of underwear. To say that Jimmy had grown up would be a massive understatement.
"Ohmigawd! Ash!" he exclaimed, striding towards me.
We embraced in a hug and it felt like I'd hit a warm brick wall. He pressed me into his chest, raising me up on my toes, just like when we were kids.
"It's really you, isn't it?" he said into the top of my head, breathing into my hair.
"Yeah, it's me. I can barely believe it's you."
If I'd had any doubt it was him, one whiff would've convinced me. I breathed deep and that smell that had always come off of him was still there, but stronger, a mixture of lake water, moist earth, and a unique tangy note that was pure Jimmy. I felt his warmth soak into my flesh again, reaching all the way to my bones. Being in such a close embrace I also felt Jimmy's packed crotch pressing into my lower abdomen. His bulge was even warmer than the rest of him and I could've sworn I felt some movement from it just before he broke our embrace. We hugged for what would have seemed like a bit too long from the perspective of our onlookers. But I could've stayed like that for another hour. Or another week.
"Dang!" Jimmy said, taking me in from arm's length, but still holding onto my shoulder with one of his giant paws, right over my tattoo. "Lookit you! You turned into a real... hottie!"
"Thanks," I said, taking Jimmy in. "You turned into Mr. Olympia!"
Jimmy chuckled and held his hands out to his sides.
"Yeah, guess I put on a few pounds."
"More like a few hundred! What're you doing here? Are you starting school here, too?"
"Yeah, sure am! Bio Science. You?"
"Education. I'm going to be a teacher."
"Sweet! You'd be really good at that. Are you living on campus?"
"Yeah, in Rodman Hall. You?"
"Lachlan Hall."
I couldn't believe it. After being apart for six years my childhood crush-slash-best-friend and I were now living in adjoining dorm buildings. I started to think I was dreaming. Things don't work out this well in real life!
"Well, you'll make a great teacher, dude," Jimmy said.
"Yeah, thanks. Man! I have so many things I wanna ask you."
"Well, looks like we'll have plenty of time to catch up."
"Yeah. So... you wanna do this race thing together?"
"Pffffft! As if anyone else could be my partner!" Jimmy said, clapping me on the shoulder and pulling me in beside him. "Let's do this thing!"
That afternoon was the most fun I ever remember having. The discovery quest/race thing was so much fun! We weren't really racing against other teams, but the senior students running it kept track of how long it took us to do each activity. Tomorrow there would be prizes for the best times at different activities and the best time overall. And the activities, I have to say, were pretty lit!
At one station we got all wet popping water balloon between our chests with our hands tied behind our backs. My eyes nearly bugged out at the site of Jimmy's t-shirt clinging to him. By the end of that activity I didn't have to imagine what Jimmy looked like beneath his shirt. He got so soaked that he decided to take his t-shirt off and wring it out. The jaws of every girl, and half the guys, within fifty feet dropped to the dirt as Jimmy stood there shirtless, his shoulders and forearms flexing as he wrung the fabric. He looked like a bodybuilder, but without that puffy look. I later learned that "powerbuilding" was Jimmy's passion, a hybrid sport that had the basic goal of getting as big and strong as you possibly could. Every muscle on Jimmy looked hard as a brick. A narrow trail of curly golden fur ran from the chasm between Jimmy's pecs down eight chiselled abs, over his navel, and then plunged below into the crotch of his shorts. Oh, how I wanted to follow where that trail led. So did everyone else watching.
That's when I saw it. My heart stopped. My smile fell. On Jimmy's left shoulder, right where my tattoo was, he had the face of an owl. I thought my chest would explode. The tattoo was in the exact same place as mine, the same size, the same style --everything! Except his was the face of an owl and mine was the paw of a bear. Of course, he had seen my tattoo, but he didn't know what it meant, not yet. I knew what his meant. He'd never forgotten about me. Even years after we lost touch he thought so tenderly about me that he wanted to remind himself by getting something emblazoned on his flesh, just as I did. It was like this spiritual connection that I'd always felt with Jimmy was suddenly written right before my eyes in black and white, like the universe had just slapped me in the face to make sure I noticed this time. My head spun like I was drunk.
Then Jimmy flapped his damp shirt a couple times to get the wrinkles out and pulled it back over his head, about a century longer than anyone wanted him to. He smiled over at me and we headed off to find the next activity.
At another station we had to pass a pack of lifesavers between us, one at a time, using just toothpicks held between our lips. Yeah. We basically looked like we were making out with each other in slow motion. It was sweet. Then there was this funky "see how many pounds of force you can generate" activity, designed by some Engineering students. You had to swing a hammer, pull on a rope, push against a bar, and other tests of strength. Even though there were other pairs of super athletic guys competing, Jimmy more than made up for any force that I couldn't generate. The guys who designed that challenge couldn't resist shaking Jimmy's hand and congratulating him when he finished, awed at the strength he was able to summon. We ended up winning that activity. There was even a swimming activity at a small, nearby lake where I got to show off.
I didn't have a swimming suit, but neither did anyone else and that was the point, to get everyone wet and silly looking. Jimmy held onto my shoes, socks, phone, wallet, and other stuff so I could swim in just my jeans.
The volunteer cried, "Go!" and I took off.
The point was to run off a dock, dive into the lake, swim out to a second floating dock, blow a big victory call on this enormous plastic trumpet (it looked like something from a Dr. Seuss book) and swim back as fast as I could. Jimmy videoed the whole thing on my phone for me.
It was September, but in Thunder Bay water only gets so warm. I charged out of the lake and crossed the finish line dripping from head to toe and shivering like a leaf, but smiling like a six-year-old. With my ripped swimmer's physique my pale skin must've looked like polished marble in the afternoon sunlight --water running down my lats and abs onto jeans that clung like plastic wrap to my slim hips. The waist of my pants was slung so low you could see the top of my pubes. I walked straight up to Jimmy. He dropped the pile of my stuff and immediately wrapped his big, muscular arms around me, rubbing my back as I gripped onto his. I buried my face into the thin, black fabric covering his chest, breathing into him, and felt a rush of warmth erupt through his skin into mine. I stopped shivering immediately and wished I could weld the two of us together like that.
"Way to go, man!" he said as he rubbed my back. "You look fuckin' awesome. I mean... uh... Looked. You looked fuckin' awesome!"
And that was it. That was the moment I felt it. Jimmy was into me. I was into him, too. But until that point neither or us had done or said anything that might indicate that either of us was into dudes. I don't consider myself gay. I was attracted to guys and girls, and wasn't a fan of labels. But I'd never had the guts to date a guy before. I'd fooled around with a few, but that was all. It never occurred to me that Jimmy might've been gay or bi. He was just too... manly. And, yeah, I know that's a stereotype and I'm aware that I totally fell into it, but that was how I felt. Until that moment, of course.
Right after I caught that slip of the tongue and I saw him run his eyes up and down me like I was dinner. And I felt the heat of attraction between us for the first time. We hadn't done anything to change our relationship, not yet. But at that moment Jimmy had changed from being just my friend to being my lover.
Jimmy and I hung out together the whole day. Later we went to a barbeque together, the campus bookstore together, and at night we went to a sacred fire ceremony together. There's a large Indigenous community in Thunder Bay and one of the elders came to perform the ceremony at a large fire pit on the edge of the campus. He said some really nice things about grounding our education in a desire for a better world. There were a few songs. And then we all just got to enjoy the fire, the trees, the stars, and each other.
It was late. Jimmy and I sat next to each other on the forest floor with our backs against an enormous birch tree watching the fire. A dozen other couples were doing the same on the edges of its glow. But were we a couple? I decided to find out.
I put my hand on Jimmy's thigh and looked up at him with my best smouldering stare. He looked over at me and smiled. Then he put his hand on top of mine, leaned over, and kissed me. The kiss started off somewhat tentative, but the passion ratcheted up quickly. I felt Jimmy's other hand come to the back of my neck and cup the base of my skull. I felt blood surging to my groin. Then I felt something move between my hand and Jimmy's thigh. Beneath the fabric of his cargo shorts Jimmy was getting hard, too. I moved my hand to explore a little and... Holy shit! Jimmy was packing a monster!
We broke the kiss and smiled at each other. Then I rested my head on Jimmy's shoulder. He brought his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. I continued slowly stroking his enormous, hardening penis over his clothes for a minute or two. Then I said,
"Jimmy?"
"Yeah, Ash?"
"Wanna see my room?"
He kissed the top of my head again and said, "Thought you'd never ask."
We didn't get to my room nearly as quickly as we wanted to. The way my dorm was set up we had to go through the lounge/kitchen common area to get to my room. And by this time, three of my dorm mates had moved in and wanted to introduce themselves when we arrived on the scene. One of them, Brock, was a big, burly guy on the varsity rugby team, so he was almost as eager to bro-down with Jimmy as I was to fuck him. The other two were named Julio and Mark. As Jimmy and I made our way down to my room at the end of the hall I wondered which one of them would be sharing a wall with me. Not that I planned on trying to keep things quiet.
The second we were alone in my room Jimmy pinned me up against the mirror on the back of my closed door and started making out with me. I slipped my hands under his shirt and dug my fingers into his broad, rocky back. His one hand gently cupped my face, the other grabbed at my ass through my jeans, squeezing it like a juiceable fruit. In a second our shirts went flying across the room and I was down on my knees undoing Jimmy's shorts, the outline of his hardening penis poking against the fabric at his hip. I pulled down Jimmy's shorts and underwear in one motion and out sprang the biggest, juiciest cock I'd ever laid eyes on! Bobbing before me was at least nine, thick inches of veiny, throbbing, uncut sex meat. Below that hung a pair of testicles that belonged on a young stallion, all of it wreathed in curly, golden fleece.
"Holy shit, Jimmy!" I exclaimed, gently stroking it's enormous length with both hands. "You got big all over!"
He smirked down at me as I ran it's tip over my lips and tongue. He moaned and his cock started leaking fuck juice in truly impressive quantities, so much that it was soon dripping off my chin as well. Then I started sucking his bulbous head while stroking his shaft and looking up into his eyes.
"Oh... yes..." he moaned. "Awwwwe... fuck, Ash! Oh, yes!"
Eventually I had half of his length in my mouth and I was gulping down his fuck juice like crazy. I mean, I guess some of it was my own saliva, but Jimmy was a real lube factory! At first I didn't think I'd be able to take even half of his cock, but my throat felt so slick and warm. So I breathed deep, opened up, and swallowed Jimmy to the hilt, burying my nose in his musky, golden pubes. His head fell back and he let out a roar that would've left no doubt in my roommates' minds about what was going on in my room. He grabbed my head firmly in his hands and face fucked me for a minute or two, but he wanted more. So did I.
Jimmy pulled his cock out of my throat. Damn! It looked even bigger than when it went in!
"Get up!" he said.
I stood up and Jimmy knelt down, tearing my jeans down to my ankles. My cock sprang into view, a respectable seven-incher, and Jimmy immediately swallowed it whole!
"Aaaaaangh!" I groaned, grabbing onto his built trapezius for support as he hoovered my cock like a pornstar. I nearly came right then and there. It was like he was trying to suck my soul out through my penis. Then it got better. I felt Jimmy's meaty hands grab my pert, swimmer's butt. Then one of his fingers found its way to my hole and started pushing on my love button. Instinct took over and my hips started thrusting into Jimmy's face. Soon there was nothing I could do. I was splooging down his throat. It felt like the biggest orgasm of my life! And Jimmy sucked it all down like liquid candy, smiling up at me as he pulled off my cock.
I was panting like I'd just run a marathon, feeling like I was about to pass out, when Jimmy stood, scooped me up into his arms like I weighed nothing, and carried me over to my bed. He laid me on my back, spread my legs, and slowly laid his sweaty, muscular bulk on top of me. He grabbed my hands in his and raised them over my head as he came down and kissed me. I tasted my own seed in his mouth and felt the enormous, leaky head of his cock underneath my balls at the bottom of my ass. His heavy, musky scent filled my lungs. The heat of his body pelted onto my skin like hot summer wind. Perspiration from his powerful, heaving chest dripped down onto me like warm, salty rain. I felt his cock thrust and stab, searching for my hole. My own cock was still rock hard and now sandwiched between our abdomens. The feeling of Jimmy's sweaty, furry stomach rubbing against my cock, surrounding it with hard, slick muscles was almost enough to get me cumming again. Then I felt the huge, hot head of Jimmy's penis push against the ring of my ass. There was a bit of pain and I gasped.
"Oh, Jimmy," I said, looking into his eyes. "I... I don't know if I can. You're so... big!"
He smiled down at me and said, in the softest, lowest rumble.
"Don't worry, Ash. I won't hurt you. I'll make it feel good. I'm gonna make you feel soooooo good." I smiled back. I trusted him and he trusted me. Completely.
I felt his cock throb and spew more fuck juice.
"Good lord," I thought. "This guy's dick is a lube machine."
The few guys I'd fooled around with in high school didn't leak anywhere near as much precum. Then my ass started to relax and feel all warm and tingly. Jimmy continued spewing more of his natural lube as he slowly applied more and more pressure. I felt myself open to him. The head of his cock pushed inside and there was no pain. Quite the opposite. Once he started leaking his fuck juice inside of me this rush of energizing warmth flooded my body. His cock seemed to get even harder. I sucked in a huge breath of air and suddenly I was cumming again, my cock spasming and shooting between the two walls of abdominal muscles that had been massaging it for the last while.
"Oh, yeah..." Jimmy sighed. "Let it flow, man. That's it."
Then he started pushing more forcefully, shoving his massive penis inside me inch by inch. Every hairsbreadth of movement he made sent waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. The head of his cock grazed my prostate and just kept going, reaching deeper and deeper inside of me, releasing waves of bliss from places within me that I didn't even know existed. All the while he gently kissed my neck and shoulders.
Once his cock was finally fully buried inside of me he thrust hard, rocking my whole body up and down. He growled low and smiled down at me.
"There we go," he said. "Ready for the real fun to begin?"
"Oh, yeah," I said, smiling and nodding, but a small part of me genuinely wondered if my body could handle what was coming. Jimmy released my hands and put his down onto the mattress, supporting his weight with his arms. My hands immediately went to his bulging triceps and shoulders, alternately caressing and clawing at them.
Jimmy started thrusting slowly, his powerful hips moving just fractions of an inch. He closed his eyes and let out a long, sexy moan.
"Unnnnnngh... Oh, Ash. You feel so fucking good. Ohhhh... this feel so fucking... right!"
"Yeah, it sure does," I replied, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my heels into the top of his ass.
"Now give it to me, Jimmy!" I said forcefully. "I'm a big boy now, too. I'm ready. I can take it."
"Ohhhhh... YES!" Jimmy cried, taking his thrusting into the next gear.
In a minute or two we were fucking like pornstars. Sweat dripping, fingers clawing, flesh slapping --you name it! To my surprise I came a third time. The second my splooge left my dick, Jimmy paused and sucked in a deep breath through his nostrils, like he could smell it or something, like he was getting high off it! Then he exhaled crying,
"Awwwe, fuck yeah!"
He reared up onto his knees, pulled me toward him, grabbed one of my ankles in each hand and started fucking me from a different angle. Now I could see Jimmy's godly torso in full action. His abs rolled as he thrust his might cock in and out of me, his abdomen glazed with my freshly brewed spunk all the way down to his crotch. His back and shoulders were so wide that his torso literally filled my vision.
I had lost track of time. I had no idea how long we'd been fucking. An hour? Two? Three? Jimmy's staying power was unbelievable and all the while that we fucked his dick continued to pump out more and more natural lube, like he was having a slow, constant orgasm. Fucking me from this new angle, though, I could tell that Jimmy was about to release the flood gates. His thrusting became more primal, more urgent.
"Oh, Ash," he cried. "I never stopped thinking about you. I never thought I'd see you again. Looking at you now, you make me so fucking proud of you. I just knew you could do it. I just knew you'd become a... Ungh... Ungh... UNGHHHHH!!!"
Jimmy thrust deeply, his cock getting suddenly even harder and thicker has he exploded inside of me. The force of his orgasm was unreal! I could actually feel jets of his sperm splash against my insides. It was like I had a supersoaker up there or something! Feeling this super stud breed me, my cock went electric for a fourth time, spraying jizz all over my chest. Never mind Jimmy, where the hell was all of my splooge coming from?
"Oh, fuck, Jimmy!" I cried. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."
I'd never cum so much in my life! But the volume of Jimmy's semen was almost unbelievable. I didn't count how many shots he'd fired, but by the time he was done my abdomen actually felt a little full. He collapsed on top of me, his hard cock still inside me, still slowly pulsing, filling me with more of his seed. I wrapped my limbs around him, gently caressing his back and shoulders as his breathing slowed. After a minute or two his cock began to soften and he slowly pulled himself out of me. I expected a flood of semen to escape. I expected my ass to be as loose as a jacket sleeve. But it was the exact opposite. The second Jimmy's cock left me my ass closed up tightly, keeping all those manly juices inside. In fact, everything down there felt tighter and stronger than ever.
Then Jimmy rolled onto the tiny mattress between me and the wall. I rolled on top of him and he wrapped his arms around me while I rested my head on his chest. I listened to his powerful heartbeat slow down and I played with the hair between his pecs. Our skin was damp from perspiration and sticky from my jizz. I thought I'd feel tired, exhausted even. After moving in all my stuff, all that running around in the afternoon, and then hours of the most athletic sex I could imagine, I thought I'd feel tired at the very least. But somehow I felt this wholesome sort of energy spreading throughout my body, like I'd just digested a really good meal.
"Oh, Jimmy... That was... amazing! I never thought anything could feel this good."
"I've never felt this good," he replied immediately. "I'm the luckiest fucking guy in the world to have found you again."
He hugged me and kissed the top of my head.
"I feel the same way," I said, grabbing his hand and kissing it. "What were you gonna say earlier?"
"Huh?"
"Well, right before you came buckets inside of me, you were saying you knew I would become something. What were you saying?"
Jimmy shifted a little, like he might've been a bit embarrassed or didn't know what to say.
"Oh, just that... Uh... Well, when you left me --I mean, when you moved away-- I wasn't 100% sure you'd be okay without me. I mean, I knew I'd be sad as fuck without you, but I was more worried about how you'd be. I mean, I was 99% sure you'd be okay, but... not completely. Seeing you today, seeing that you grew up all confident and healthy, I was so happy, but... I realized that I wasn't at all surprised. I guess I always knew, deep down, that you'd become, well...
"What?"
I looked into Jimmy's eyes. He smiled at me and said, "A badass awesome owl."
I smiled and kissed him. The next morning I told Jimmy about my tattoo.
Thanks for reading! Let me know if you liked it! --Eric <https://linktr.ee/eaaldersen>